Letter
I discovered today that there is an art to managing wires that one winds around one's body. I'm simply not any good, or perhaps I lack practice. Your music in my ears, I feel somewhat rather like Movern Callar — except you didn't give me a tape and you are still very much alive. Walking briskly to the pace of unfamiliar beats, I am constantly drawn into worlds other than this and I am frightfully aware of how much I depend on my hearing for sensing danger, that I cross at traffic lights because I hear cars stopping rather than seeing lights turn green. I mean, I see — but first and foremost, I hear ... Here's to sharpening my survival skills.
I wanted to tell that you're right — "Televise" is much better.
In the morning the sun peers over the horizon, deciding whether to take a chance on the day. The streets are barren and the occasional truck shatters the silence sustained by the sprinkle of snowflakes.
keep all your crows away /
hold skinny wolves at bay /
in silver piles of smiles /
may all your days be gold my child
Someone came to see me yesterday, but it wasn't you.
Posted by sniffles at December 05, 2003 08:56 AM